Newly hired NYC blogger Cassandra Hale has finally achieved her dream-living and writing in the big city. Eager to prove her skills and secure her place, Cassie pushes hard to gain respect from the new age publishing group where she’s recently snagged a position.

With her energies focused, Cassie’s work flourishes…until her reality rapidly unravels.

As a sudden witness to murders in her sleep, Cassie becomes convinced that she’s losing her mind.

All she wants is to discover a way of making these gruesome visions stop. But with no control over them, her subconscious mind begins to wreak havoc on her life.

At the edge of her sanity, Cassie decides to take matters into her own hands and tracks down the latest victim from her dreams, subsequently gaining the unwanted attention from NYPD detective Derek Ward.

Struggling to cope, not only with accepting her newfound abilities but with her perceived involvement in a crime, Cassie is forced to contend with interrogations from Ward, who’s convinced she has something to hide.

As Cassie and Derek both fight to discover the truth, as well as a growing, unwanted attraction towards each other, they are ultimately thrown together as the stakes jump even higher-Cassie’s premonitions turn to a man whose diabolical intentions are eerily close to her.

Mind’s Eye initially began with the creation
of Cassie’s personality. From there, it
was all about envisioning how she would deal with the extraordinary things that
begin happening in her life as the story progresses.

I visualized Cassie to be a young 20-something
journalist who is ambitious and confident yet slightly out of her element by living
in New York City for the first time. She
is a contradiction in many ways-like most of us-and the main focus of her
journey is figuring out how to cope with her gift of astral projection amidst
all the other obstacles being thrown at her.

A gift is definitely not how she views her
ability to see people die for the majority of the book but as Cassie grows as a
person and lets Detective Derek Ward into her life, she begins to accept
herself.

Cassie and Derek’s love story was written as
a supporting role for Cassie’s experiences and to help guide her toward self
acceptance. Ultimately, the evil she
gets tangled up with only becomes recognized as a threat when Cassie uses her
vision and fights to regain control of her life.

Mind’s Eye is the result of Cassie’s ordeals,
coupled with metaphysical and new age themes, and how they shape her into the
person she needs to become in order to survive her ultimate vision.

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Friday, August 25, 2017

The quick retreat wasn’t totally silent. She
could hear the sounds of the others, moving quickly along parallel lines to her
own painful effort. Wondering how long she could keep the burst of energy up,
she noted the noises diminished as people worked their way outward like the
spokes of a wheel. Four hundred paces and the air burned in her lungs. She
fought the tough terrain and avoided the thickening flora, the damn sled
hanging up at each and every turn. Her arms burned with the desperate efforts
to free the runners and the hound whined with pain.

Six hundred paces had her bent doubled over with
a stitch in her side. She went to her knees when the ground sloped away into a
small ravine, nearly causing her and Gehlert to tumble into its depths, the
momentum of the heavy sled a terrible burden. It was the dog who saved them,
digging his forefeet in and throwing his body weight back to settle on his
haunches. She hugged him fiercely, his pants and thundering heartbeat mirroring
her own.

Skirting the ravine took them well away from
what she reckoned was a straight path outward from the original starting point.
She scanned the treetops in a near futile effort to reorient herself. The
filtered light told her the sun was at four o’clock, so she deviated slightly to
her right and pushed on, wondering where the strength to do so had come from.

Having lost count of her pacing, she chanced
another three hundred, using images of what would happen if they got caught to
spur her on. Certain they’d walked a half marathon, she chose a thick clump of
gorse bushes, insanely wondering how they’d come to flourish this deep in the
woods. The hound stepped away from the harness the instant she freed him and
staggered sideways to collapse on a bed of leaves and other organic debris.
Doggedly working to separate the lower branches of the bushes and wincing at
the spiny press of the remaining leaves despite the cover of her thin gloves,
she managed to secret the sled, or at least muddle the outline of it. She bent
thinner twigs to camouflage it further and made herself take the time to stand
back and take as critical a look as she could. Satisfied, she found another
clump of the same vegetation and crawled in backward, stopping only when her
feet couldn’t press any deeper. She then pressed a dog sized space open to her
right.

“Gehlert.” Even a whisper hurt her parched
throat, but she was rewarded with a faint thump of his tail. “Come.”

The hound visibly considered her command, ears
lowering and eyes drifting before he levered upward, limping to her. He’d
pulled more than his weight and was clearly on the brink of exhaustion. Even in
the dappled light she could see where the harness had cut harshly into his
hide, the thick guard hairs rubbed away. She wanted to cry. Blinking hard, she swallowed
against the emotion.

“Here.” She patted the small space beside her
and he obligingly wiggled in, somehow turning in place three times before he
settled down. Draping an arm over him, she tugged a few branches into place
over, poking herself in the cheek as she did so, then dropped her head onto the
fertile earth.

After a time, her heart slowed and her breathing
returned to normal, as did the hound’s, although he hitched from time to time
with a little gasping noise. At last, she could focus on her surroundings and
actually hear the forest sounds, the faint creak of living wood, the rustle of
a small breeze among the remaining leaves, and the occasional call of a bird.
The ground was reasonably warm, despite the approach of winter, and with
Gehlert pressed close, she wasn’t terribly uncomfortable. She only wished she’d
thought to bring one of the water bottles into her makeshift shelter, her body
crying out for moisture after the forced march.

Time crept by and she became aware of how her
pistol rested with solid intent against her belly, the barrel grinding into her
hip. Seeing that her weapon was the only thing between her and whatever was out
there hunting them, she cursed fluently under her breath and hitched up enough
to worm a hand beneath her. With some judicious pulling and peeling back of the
layers of clothing, she was able to free the butt and work the pistol out from
under her, blessing her foresight to set the safety. She brought it up beside
her head, one finger through the trigger, palm resting lightly against the
pommel, before she flicked the safety off.

The hound stiffened beneath her lax arm and she
strained her ears, suppressing a shudder. Perhaps it was one of the others, off
course and passing by, still trudging those thousand paces, that had alerted
him. Or an animal, picking its way through the trees. Alas, it was the base
notes of a number of male voices she heard, far off, their words indistinct,
distorted by the numerous trees and the uneven terrain—and the sudden
escalation of her heartbeat. Stark terror froze her in place, chilling her
blood, making her sex draw up in self-defense. Her belly clenched in on itself
and goose flesh broke out all along her spine. Air rushed in and out of her
nose as she tried hard not to pant, knowing how foreign the sound would be, how
easily heard if someone cared to stop and listen. Her dog shivered in response
to her angst and made a faint whine.

That whimper awakened her higher brain functions
and she gained control. With a firm squeeze, she signaled Gehlert into silence.
They huddled together and waited as she held her weapon at the ready.

Disjointed phrases drifted to her ears,
accompanied by faint crashing sounds of something larger than a person.

“…signs of at least…”

“Over here!”

“…nothing…”

She was certain she felt a cold stare focused on
their location, something malevolent and inhuman, and remained as still as
possible, willing their hidden forms to blend into the surroundings. Nothing
to see here. Just more trees and underbrush. She prayed there were no
dogs, and cast her eyes down, refusing to risk even that chance of a flicker of
awareness.

Minutes passed as she counted the seconds. Three
hundred and sixty, then six hundred and sixty. Eleven minutes, give or take.
The evil stare lingered in her imagination, or perhaps its owner was still out
there, patient as a spider. The adrenalin leached out of her muscles, leaving
her spent and far more fatigued than ever. She wouldn’t move, wouldn’t make it
easier for whoever it was out there to find her, but felt as though she had
nothing left to defend herself if he did. Her pistol seemed impossibly toy-like
against the threat and her knife was still in her boot.

Author Bio:

Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. After closing her private practice as a social worker and child play therapist, she joined her husband in running their season business where they pretend to work well together.

Writing for years, The Time is a departure from her usual romance genre, but it was a story that had to be told!

Peribeth also pens erotic romance under a different pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Confidence. Faith. Redemption.All her life Cass has been the wallflower, quietly content to make her mark from behind the scenes. As a cognitive psychologist in the research field she will use her intellect and tenacity to heal the “broken” brain. Because she learned long ago she isn’t capable of fixing broken minds, maybe not even broken hearts.

Possibility. Strength. Acceptance.Bryan doesn’t even want to think about his present. To escape his past, he had always looked to the future. As a materials engineer he will use his ingenuity and talent to develop state-of-the-art products. But now an accident has drastically broad-sided his life…and the hits keep coming.

Force of will. Daring. Absolution.They give each other the motive to step beyond self-consciousness, to reach outside themselves to touch the other. They discover the courage to pull one another close. To love. To be loved. From one another they draw the power and fortitude to move beyond mistakes.

About the Author:

Growing up, and for quite some time after, Sage was a reader and a dreamer, but didn’t often put pen to paper. After becoming addicted to romance novels, she would often rewrite the stories in her head. Then late one night, while listening to music, with story ideas dancing in her mind, she was overcome with an undeniable urge to actually write.

Sage is a nature-worshiper and spends a fair amount of time hiking and camping (real camping, not the wussy RV kind) with her family. She also rides horses as often as she can (which isn’t often) and gets her horse fix by volunteering at the local therapeutic riding center. Her other volunteer gig is a non-profit group that helps military veterans train dogs as support animals and service dogs. In her previous life (former career) she was a veterinary nurse for over 20 years, and has always had a passion for medicine, which is behind the presence of “medicalese” in her stories.

Jem Stonehouse, a housewife with a neurotic husband bent on keeping her in line, dreams about werewolves in, what she believes to be, a bid to escape boredom.

Sean Holloway is a werewolf, living a charade within the human race, whose mind drifts to a bond he shares with a woman he hasn't met--at least, not in this lifetime.

Apart, the two are safe, but live unfulfilled lives.

Together, they'll become prey to rival packs, just as they have been for hundreds of years.

When their worlds collide, instinct takes over. Dreams become reality. Their renewed bond deepens. To keep history from repeating itself, Sean must teach Jem about his heritage, convince her of her role, and win her love.

Can Jem accept her destiny before it's too late, or is her inner wolf buried too deep to save her future with Sean?

***Previously published as Darkness & Light***

BLUE MOON

Someone is watching the Holloway Pack, and this time, the female isn't the target.

Life with a group of seven male werewolves worries Jem Stonehouse not one bit. She is engaged to the Alpha's son Sean Holloway after all. So what has Jem's territorial instincts on high alert?

The pack's latest addition. Both of them.

None of the men think there's a problem with the new girlfriends. Jem's intuition tells her otherwise--that and a nagging suspicion the new females aren't there to partake.

Jem believes they've joined in to take.

The question is ... What?

As the eve of the blue moon draws ever closer, Jem's running out of time to find the answer and outwit a thief of the worst possible kind.

A woman who believes she can't lose.

CAGED

If the meek can become deadly, the strongest can be weak.

For Ethan Holloway, his mission to find a missing werewolf should be simple. Crack a few heads, bust a few chops and the solution always reveals itself. Always.

Not this time.

Ethan's reputation precedes him, and because it does, someone is ready. Waiting. Unbeknownst to Ethan, he's about to go down. Hard. Against a foe he never suspected and in a world he never imagined could be real.

What awaits Ethan is a fight not only for his reputation, but also his pack, his female, and his life. If he survives, damage control will become priority number one.

If he survives.

Because even Ethan's not sure he's strong enough to take on an entire race all by himself.

Especially one hell bent on exposing who and what he is in the name of sport.

From international bestselling author London Saint James comes the final installment of Two Hearts, One Soul, a breathtaking story of two people who have always been connected, forever tied together by fate, by destiny, by unbreakable love.

With the media hell-bent on exposing Winter’s once private life, Cayden will do anything to protect her. But there’s more than just the voracious paparazzi conspiring against them.

Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm the man she loves.

Faced with a choice she always knew would be inevitable, and a secret of her own, can the fairytale Winter’s been living with Cayden beat the odds of their reality and really come true?

Excerpt:

Thirteen years ago, I died.

While my death hadn’t been physical, it became a never-ending death of the heart. A complete withering of the soul. You see, Austin Carlyle was my everything. My best friend. My lover. The very air I breathed. The sun in my world. My warmth. The beating of my heart. But the night before our wedding, my heart would be ripped from me when Austin’s life ended in a horrific car crash. A crash I ‘survived’ if that’s what you want to call it.

Unable to cope with Austin’s loss, I retreated deep within myself, eventually leaving New York and my broken past behind. I found some semblance of a new life in Colorado, living in the make-believe worlds of the novels I wrote.

Three weeks ago, I returned to the place I knew would hold all the ghosts of my past, though I came back to the Big Apple at the urging of an old acquaintance, Zander Harrison—Austin’s one-time agent and friend. He convinced me to help him with a script to a movie that had been put in a very expensive holding pattern. The leading man hadn’t been happy with the direction of the film and had requested Zander find me. I couldn’t imagine why. I wrote romance novels. I wasn’t a script writer. But something about my books captured Cayden—an A-list actor I’d never seen or heard of before. Of course, I’d soon find out not knowing who the actor was, was ridiculous. I might have been living in my own personal dark ages, but still. He was a megastar. However, the real shocker would be what I faced when memories from the past came back to haunt me.

Weak, bone-cold, sopping-wet, and on the verge of batshit crazy, I stumbled into someone on Valentine’s Day—of all days—who shook me to my very unsteady foundation. What I saw when I looked at him was the face of a destroying angel, because it was like looking back in time at Austin. Oh, there were a few things different, like the color of his hair being nowhere near the pitch black of Austin’s, but so much about the man was baffling. He was the same height—his build an exact match. His voice—eerily close in texture, tone, and inflection. But if that’s not strange enough, he spoke with the same cadence.

Who was he? The Hollywood heartthrob I’d never seen before—Cayden Cain.

After our bizarre ‘introduction’ the need to know more about him ate at me like the slow drip of acid. I had to find some answers, so I searched the internet. Surprised by the results of my search would be an understatement. It was all too much. Too unbelievable. Impossible. Cayden was twenty-three years old, the exact same age Austin was when he was killed, but even stranger, Cayden had been born in the same month, on the same day—May eighteenth—in the same city as Austin, only years later.

But that’s not all. There was a weird coincidence of Cayden being involved in a car accident. One which tragically took the lives of his parents and left him the sole survivor of that accident when he was ten, putting this terrible happening around the same timeframe as the wreck Austin and I were involved in. What was also baffling was the life path Cayden took—acting. It was very close to the path Austin had taken and would have continued to take if he’d been alive. By seventeen, Cayden had been the lead in a small foreign film and moved to Hollywood shortly after, gaining his groundbreaking role at the age of eighteen. The first movie Cayden obtained his superstar recognition for was Longing.

Before Austin’s death, he’d signed a movie deal with Paramount. What was the title of the movie he was to begin filming after our wedding? Longing.

When I first read that, I gaped—completely stunned. Then I read a synopsis of the movie, beyond shocked to see it wasn’t just a coincidence of the title; it was the exact same movie. I had no idea why Paramount shelved their project for so many years. But to find it had finally been completed with Cayden as the leading man, well, what were the odds of such a thing?

Even with all the uncanny coincidences and the almost carbon copy similarities in appearance, what was truly unbelievable? Cayden’s eyes—the same shades of blue from my past. They captured me, looking straight into my soul—the eyes of my love. My life.

Everything changed.

Trust me, I tried to fight against the truth—the pull I hadn’t felt in so very long—but it was no use. I’d come to believe, as crazy as it might seem, some way, somehow, Austin saved me through Cayden. It was as though they were two hearts, one soul. Cayden himself spoke as though he’d always known me. Missed me. Loved me even. I couldn’t explain how it was possible, but he, like Austin, was the missing piece of my heart.

With his touch, Cayden brought me back to life, reawakened dormant feelings, and gave me what had long been missing—Winter Perri. The only problem, I wasn’t sure I could live in Cayden’s superstar, paparazzi infested world.

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

London will be giving away a singed paperback of Always (Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book One) as well as a handmade leather bound travel journal, and a pair of pink mirrored Sojo shades to one lucky winner. All you need to do to be eligible is fill out the Rafflecopter entry below.